that I had I wanna speak that I hear though A realisation arise A shovel strikes the earth above I'm being buried alive I'm calling No one can hear
번역: 폭동. (고자질하는 심장에게) 생매장.
that I had I wanna speak that I hear though A realisation arise A shovel strikes the earth above I'm being buried alive I'm calling, no one can hear
knob // To the right full-throttle and added panache // Why would I argue with my own conscience over the truth // That?s like me telling myself, ?Don?t tell
We sing a spring (Sing joy spring) A rare and most mysterious spring (This most occult thing) Is buried deep in the soul (It's story never has been told
and metal and the thrill Of the hard corner holding tight From the horizon came home from the navy to the mine From the horizon to buried alive Took his dream underground Buried
all the corners Open your ears and remember the sounds Open your mind and believe what I tell you Alive is the mind which was spawned from a mind Just hear
by Clifford Brown - Lyrics by Jon Hendricks We sing a spring (Sing joy spring) A rare and most mysterious spring (This most occult thing) Is buried
Stand In Pride But As Days Passed By I Kept Stayin Alive N Wen I Lay N Die, Ill Keep Tellin Ya My Story And Please Dont Cry When Im Murdered N Buried
Sit Back Now, Let Me Tell You A Tale Where Justice Does Not Prevail About An Ill-Fated Life, So Very Full Of Strife Where Two Wrongs Do Not Make A
boy next door Tell-tale heart a rotting cask a valley of unrest a conqueror worm devouring souls keep the best for last Rings for Annie Lee as Poe's buried alive
and metal and the thrill of the hard corner Holding tight From the horizon Came home from the Navy to the mine From the horizon To buried alive Took his dream underground Buried
door Tell-tale heart a rotting cask a valley of unrest a conqueror worm devouring souls keep the best for last Rings for Annie Lee as Poe's buried alive
